Swarms of moths cover every window of the dilapidated old house. The hum of their fluttering wings echoing in the stale air. No one's lived there for many years or so it seems. Anyone that dares to go near hears the cries from within the walls. Beckoning them to enter.

It calls them with mournful sorrow. Many decades ago a family lived here. The history tells of the man that went insane and murdered his family late one night. They say you can still hear the childrens screams of fright. All remains as it was left that night except for the the blood that seeped into the wooden floors and covers the childrens beds.

People have learned to avoid the house at all cost. Terribly frightened of what lays trapped within unsure of the circumstance that caused all to be lost. Those that entered after the grisly crime have all killed themselves or lost their minds. It's been on the market for a long time. It states price reduced to sell. A dark heaviness lingers there.

People that pass are scared to even glance that way. Shadows are seen in the windows they say. Some have seen a tiny bloodied hand clawing at the dusty blackened window glass. There's rumors late at night you can hear the insane laughter from deep within the house. police searched every room and the perimeter of the grounds. He was never found.

They say he was a kind man, father of four small children three boys and one little girl. He lost his wife years before. Did he snap from losing the women he adored, or was something more sinister at hand? His behavior slowly changed he would go off on a rage at a blink of a eye.

His children would scurry off and hide. Frightened they cried to see this unknown side of their beloved father. His behavior continued to become odder and odder. The nanny ran away in the dead of night. She will speak of nothing and shakes with fright. That night when the four small children were tucked into bed then tragically the life sucked from them. Left for dead. Their cries still ring through the empty halls. Their father never again to be seen.

Late at night you can faintly hear his hysterical laughter the lights flicker on then burn away the night hours. All that remain is the swarms of moths. They cling to the windows, wings fluttering frantically to the hushed screams and calls for mercy from the poor souls trapped deep in the house. He stands within just behind the attic door. Grey shriveled skin, ragged torn wings, red rimmed protruding ruby eyes. Just a shell of who he once used to be, more monster now then man.

He opens his mouth uncommonly wide and the moths pour out and encircle him a crocked sadistic grin on his face. His hysterical laughter echos in the halls. He slowly walks down the stairs. He searches for children once again that live near. If you hear the fluttering wings or find a moth in your room at night.

Beware the moth man surely is very near he search's for children tucked in their beds with night lights burning so bright. There's much to dread and fear, for when the moths come its to late, your end is near. Hush hush drift off to sleep but be sure to turn out every light for your soul to keep.

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